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LIFE’S A CAGEWithout my consent, I was caged And in my mother's womb I coiled Without consultation and negotiation I into another cage, a maternity was delivered, With doors, windows securely locked, And yet it is a long journey. They took me into another cage, a house, Now with more blocks and barricades Than the maximum security over criminals, I was imprisoned tighter in a cot, Oh! Life is a cage Behold I am five, I could talk but not my freedom For it is another caged world for education, This world that will linger Through dependence and discretion, Yes, I too have learned to cage myself No one forces anymore In a place called an office But the trade learned early perfects with time. And I now have acquired another cage With my money and my heart, It is holy and blessed Rejoice with me in matrimony. Oh no! What a life Now I scream my fate in a cage Who will help me? But here is the help Death comes approaching But my help is the cruel friend, I behold it a casket, Finally to wrap me in that eternal cage.
AFTER LECTURES
He threw to us a stony smile And it came like a missile My folks reached for their anti-missile But I, ignorant fell victim
Time…3:30 His office filled my nostril With mixed perfumes of flower tendril The beginning is always grim
Call to duty, he vomited Wait two hours or repeat two hours On his feet and wild he approaches One step apart
His hands stretched out to act An act near my poor psyche Now and always, a battle And I must respond in style
Oh no weapons for this ordeal My innocence responded with weak submission But my reflex stirred up unsolicited He dared and triumphed not.
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SURVIVALA world in another world, A path unto destiny, A place of crosses, Carry your cross is order in this way, It is the dream of every student, A tough journey in this world of learning, Some sail easy and smooth, Others tough and rough
Six credits a minimum, Above two hundred accepted Admission arrives thus, I now ‘am in this world But not of this world For I came from an alien background, The journey has become tougher and rougher
Freshman some call it, Jambite others prefer, All entitlements, denied. No accommodation, No money, But one thing there Divine intervention, And ‘executive and legal squatter" I was crowned Indeed I mated with ‘tough and tumble’ Rough and rumble were my associates
Seconds run into minutes Minutes run into hours Hours run into days Days run into weeks Weeks runs into months Three months gone The end time comes The time tests confront ability To understand and reproduce. Where is my source? Encouragement is far away Achievement is mocked Thus hard work is eked out of the system Now what really can that be? Is it really this?
"Hold the table" I rebelled "Meet me in the office now" I ignored "Six o’clock meet me,” guess where "Room 221, guest house" Behold! My plight begins Missing results No G.P And graduation is a dream differed
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